Conan Moslin

"That's the transmitter of the positioning device that Professor Agasa gave me. As long as the radius is within 20 kilometers, it will be displayed no matter where the other party is." Conan pressed the button on the side of the glasses, and the antenna of the frame automatically rose, and a light blue mesh positioning map immediately lit up on the thin lens.

It’s a pity that the locator is now out of range and he can’t see Hirota Masami’s location.

Li An took a step forward, blocking the line of sight between him and Mao Lilan: "Does your device... have enough power?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue light flickered twice, then went out without making any sound.

"Ah! It's out of battery..." Conan took off his glasses in distress.

Li An: ...

She knew that the amount of electricity invented by Dr. Agasa was not that reliable!

"Okay, don't think about it. Finding clues is the job of those people. You are not capable of interfering now."

Conan wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Li An.

She looked at Inspector Megure and the two detectives who were investigating the evidence, Ran Mouri and Chris who were chatting about something, Hirota Akira who had just returned from a conversation, and the other two witnesses, then turned back to Conan who was hesitant to speak.

"Don't worry, this case won't end so quickly."

So today passed like this.

……

Time goes back to morning.

The summer sun is scorching, burning the earth.

Waves of heat swept in, without any sense of morning consciousness.

On a commercial street near Tokyo Tower, all the shops are open for business in full swing.

Some pedestrians carrying transparent umbrellas came to Jiamu Cake Shop, which was open to customers last night, knocked on the glass and looked inside curiously.

The lights were still on in the store, which looked neat and clean, and decorated with lush flowers and plants.

The glass door was still translucent, with a "temporarily closed" sign hanging on it crookedly and perfunctorily.

The store manager, Naka Jiang Jia, was sitting in front of the counter, staring at the laptop in front of him in a daze.

In the kitchen, the chef hasn't arrived yet.

Zhong Jiangjia took the orders last night, and after everyone got off work yesterday, he called all the customers who had made reservations.

The customer who had originally reserved a cake heard about the incident in the store, expressed his apologies and understanding for what had happened to them, and immediately canceled the order.

Zhong Jiangjia was not surprised by this.

There are only three orders left.

An order was sent to Qingfeng Bookstore not far away. It was booked a few days ago.

The boss still likes to eat sweets at his old age, so it's good enough that he didn't have any problems.

Store manager Zhongjiang argued with him and finally agreed to deliver him a cake once every two weeks.

A list was sent to Room 303 of Mihua Hotel.

The family seemed a little strange. They were not scared when they heard about the crime. Instead, they were very interested in knowing the whole story on the phone, both explicitly and implicitly.

If the male host hadn't pulled him aside, he felt that the outgoing female host was going to chat with him for a long time.

The remaining order was delivered by the stubborn Castagna to the apartment near where his clerk Toru Amuro lived.

Although the addresses were close, Zhong Jiangjia didn't find it strange.

It is not uncommon for people upstairs and downstairs to order cakes at the same time.

Hearing the sound of someone knocking on the glass, Manager Zhongjiang raised his head, stood up and opened the door.

"Excuse me……"

"I'll return the umbrella."

The pedestrian thanked him and left, and Zhong Jiangjia looked at the umbrella in his hand.

It is called a disposable umbrella because its quality is not very good and it will break after being used eight or ten times.

Of course it would be better if he could return it, but he wouldn’t feel bad if he couldn’t.

Including the guests who left before and after the incident, a total of forty-seven umbrellas were borrowed yesterday. One of them was returned on the same day, so the total number of borrowed umbrellas is forty-six.

Oh, now it’s forty-five.

It's impossible for everyone to come back and pay it back.

Zhong Jiangjia thought.

As I was thinking this, a man in black clothes, who looked totally out of place in the weather, brought back two umbrellas.

In the evening, the student, who was carrying a laptop and books, returned the umbrella and thanked the store manager for pointing him to a quiet place where he could finish his paper.

Nakae Ka: …

No...it can't be right?

……

Toru Amuro felt very relaxed on his first day at the bookstore.

Because he found that almost no one came to the bookstore on the corner.

Apart from a somewhat familiar-looking very old young man in the corner who seemed to be still struggling with his thesis, the only person there was the store manager.

The young man who looked older than him didn't pay any attention to his existence. If he saw that the clerk who used to work in the cake shop had switched to a bookstore, he would probably be surprised.

The bookstore manager is named Kiyoshi Iketani, he is in his thirties and has a small mustache.

He is about the same age as the store manager Zhongjiang, but compared to Zhongjiang Jia, he is obviously a man of very few words.

When he saw the new clerk, Iketani just raised his eyelids and handed him a thin list.

The list simply lists a few tasks.

Clean the dust off the bookshelf, put the books in their proper place, and check for any damage.

There isn't even a book to guide guests to the corresponding location, which shows how deserted this place is.

The bookstore is not that big, but it has a wide variety of books, including all the necessary books, including a lot of dictionaries and even more detective books.

There are even fashion magazines.

"After you finish this every day, you can leave."

After saying this, Manager Iketani stopped paying attention to him and went to get his newspaper.

While Toru Amuro was cleaning the bookshelves, the store manager was reading a newspaper.

While Toru Amuro was sorting the books, the store manager took out a notebook from a locked drawer.

When Toru Amuro recorded the damaged books and asked the store manager where he could get replacements, the manager closed the notebook with a snap.

As Manager Nakae said, Manager Iketani is indeed a person who likes detectives.

His favorite thing to do is to read newspapers.

And reading.

He especially liked to read newspapers that could solve mysteries and those that reported criminal cases.

When he was helping to move the newspapers, he found that the time on the newspapers in his hands seemed to be wrong.

That's not the current newspaper, it should be... two months old?

……

"There was a case in Jiamu yesterday, right?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"This is the privacy of the store—"

"You're my clerk now. Nakae won't mind."

"..."

Ikegani Kiyoshi snapped the cap of the pen in his hand and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Kiyoshi Iketani sent back the solution to the secret code he had received, and immediately sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"Who's talking about me?"

……

After finishing a day's work, Bourbon took the cake home and delivered it to the designated location according to the previously recorded address.

It was an uninhabited house.

I just don't know who put up the sign.

The handwriting on the sign is very neat and deliberate, and somewhat looks like left-handed handwriting.

Then, at the time that Kasi had mentioned before, he received a report on the day's mission.

No one was seen.

However, in the email, Kasi also added a sentence in a witty tone.

“Is the cake delicious?”

Bourbon decided that he needed to change his apartment.